Part one
Passion sat on the moist grass, waiting. People's shouts could be heard, which normally wouldn't be a big deal. After all she did have heightened hearing, but these shouts were too close. They were getting closer by the second.
What had she gotten herself into? Damn Eric. Damn him to bloody hell. How could she have liked him? How could she have dated him, or gone out with him?
That's what she got. That's what she got for telling him, right? She brought it upon herself. Passion knew what an anti-mutant world this was. She knew what a risk she was taking.
He was different, though. Or so she thought. Eric had seemed kind and understanding. Oh what a fool she was.
The people were getting closer. They were nearly on top of her. A mob? Yes. She jokingly thought, "I wonder if they have torches and pitchforks?" with a chuckle.
A shot rang out and she dodged the bullet. Holy crap! They were trying to kill her! Why? What had she done? No crime had she committed. Being a mutant. Being alive. A burst of hatred surged throughout her being.
Having a broken ankle doesn't help when you need to run. It was their fault. She had been running from them when she broke it, but the need to run didn't seem quite as urgent then. She had only thought they had tranquillizers. Unfortunately she was wrong.
As the people began to appear from the darkness of the trees, Passion's eyes flashed green. Finally they just stayed green as she lifted one of the men (the man with the gun) using her telekinesis, and throwing him against a tree. He fell to the ground and passed out.
Some of the men (the more brave of the group) began to run at her from behind. Passion heard them easily, and lifted them in the air hitting them against each other. They, too, fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
The man's gun lay not far away, so she picked it up (using her powers of course) and held it threateningly at the few men who she hadn't gotten to yet. They backed up before just running off all together.
She let the gun fall to the ground, and sighed heavily. When the people had started to come into view, she had somehow managed to stand up, and now her ankle hurt even worse.
Passion wasn't satisfied with hurting just these men. The person she most wanted to harm was her 'love', Eric.
He had betrayed her. Lied to her. Now he must pay. She must have her revenge. She must…